Many wonder of Buddhism.
Christianity.
Paganism.
But many seem to assume that we have no control of our own destiny.
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A Holden dusty ute,
Drives down the pitch black road.
The subtle engine mute,
Above the stones he strode.
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The white light floats,
Above my head.
Sitting like,
A spool of thread.
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A beautiful night,
A beautiful girl,
by my side.
We sit.
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In the victored mountains high,
Among the wild ashen oaks.
Three demon men plan evil deeds,
Under twilight cloaks.
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Eyes watch me,
Like a pulpit lord,
Commanding the verses,
With an onmipotent force.
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Torn between a rock and a hard place,
I lay in my bed,
Wondering.
Pondering.
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Upon the lower country,
That combines the sea and sand.
Freedom fights for justice,
In this redundant land.
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Broken Valentine
Beauty lay in wreck,
As the full moon hangs in the air,
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Within the darkest broken heart,
Where the Black Rose starts to bloom.
A pain, it sits and waits within,
Like the eclipsed winter moon.
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